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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 186: Confusion (3)

Chapter 186: Confusion (3)

Within​⁠ the isolated grounds⁠ where the Ravenclaw​​⁠ Academy was being‌‍‌ built, there were‌⁠ a total of‌ seven buildings.

The‌⁠‍ Delphinia Pavilion, which⁠⁠​ in practice would​ serve as the​⁠‌ central academic building​‌ and the core‌ responsible for the⁠​ most important administrative‍‍​ tasks; taking the‌⁠‍ Delphinia Pavilion as‍ a reference, to⁠‌ the east stood‌​​ the Silver Crown‌ Pavilion.

Designated⁠ for the education⁠​⁠ of young ladies;​⁠ the magic classroom​​⁠ buildings, the Ravenclaw​​‍ Pavilion and the​⁠ Ribelten Pavilion; the‌⁠ dormitory building, Amaryllis​⁠ House; the Clement​​ Cultural Pavilion, where⁠‌ social activities would​ take place.

And⁠⁠ lastly, the Bellos⁠ Pavilion, which had‌‌​ been ceded as‍⁠‍ the emperor’s exclusive​​ residence.

If‍⁠‍ one continued toward‍‌ the periphery, there⁠​⁠ were a few​‌⁠ more buildings, but‌⁠ at the very‌ least, that was‌⁠⁠ the extent reached‌​​ by Kohella’s barrier‍ circle.

“We⁠​ have gathered all‍⁠‍ the guests in‌‍‍ the main hall⁠ of the Delphinia​⁠⁠ Pavilion. In addition,​​​ at the level⁠‌​ of the imperial​ guard, a thorough‌‌‌ inspection was carried‌ out of every⁠ corner within the⁠ barrier circle, but​⁠ no suspects were‍‌ found.”

The‍‌ head maid, Elpin,‌ reported the situation​ to Dereck, who‍​ was seated in‍ a corner of‌ the administrative office​​‍ of the Delphinia‌​ Pavilion.

That‌​ place, which in‍‍​ theory was meant​​‌ to become the​‍​ main workspace for⁠ the teaching staff,‌⁠‌ had been transformed⁠⁠ into a provisional‍‌ base where the‍​‍ key figures of​⁠​ the imperial guard‍ evaluated the situation.‍

The‍ Delphinia Pavilion, located⁠​​ at the center​‍ of the academic⁠ complex, was the‍‍​ most suitable site​‌ from which to‍‍‍ observe and coordinate​ the overall state‌ of Ravenclaw Academy.‍

Within‌‍​ the barrier circle‌ that covered the‌‌ academy’s construction site,​ multiple factions were‍⁠⁠ intertwined, exchanging opinions​‌ and tensions.

On⁠‍ one side, the‍‌ imperial delegation led​ by Princess Roselin⁠ and the guard;‌​⁠ on the other,​‌ the nobles of‍‌​ the southwestern territories,‌​‍ led by Baron​ Ravenclaw; and, in⁠​ addition, the group‌ of magical advisors⁠​ under Kohella’s command.‌‌

There‌⁠ were no direct‌⁠‍ confrontations between the​​ representatives of each⁠​ group, but it‍ was impossible to​ avoid agitation among⁠‍ the subordinate members.⁠⁠

“Damn‌‍‍ it! Are there‍‌ really still people​ who believe those⁠​ stories about six-star‌​ confusion mages and⁠ other absurd nonsense?!”‍‌

“Even⁠ if someone like‌‍ that existed, there’s‍​ no way to​⁠⁠ capture them! From​‌‍ what I heard,​ there were more‌‌ victims last night…‌​ at this rate⁠ we’re all going‍‌​ to die…!”

From⁠⁠⁠ the corridor came‌ panic-filled voices of‌ young nobles, unable‍ to contain their⁠⁠​ fear.

The​ head maid Elpin⁠⁠ lowered her head​‍‍ and looked at‌ Dereck with an​ anxious expression, but‌‍​ he spoke without‌ showing even a trace of emotional‍ disturbance.

“How‌​ are the guests‍‌‍ in the main​ hall?”

“There​⁠⁠ is enough food⁠‍ and water, so‌​ we are not‍ lacking in basic‍⁠ necessities. However, since​​ two more magical​‌ advisors died last‍⁠ night, everyone is‌‌​ even more agitated.”‍⁠⁠

“That​‌⁠ was to be‌⁠ expected.”

The‍ previous night, while​‍​ a thorough search‌‍⁠ was being carried​⁠ out among the‍‌‌ empty buildings of⁠‌‌ Ravenclaw Academy to‍⁠​ check whether someone‌⁠⁠ was hiding there,⁠ two more magical​ advisors under Kohella’s‌⁠ orders were murdered.‍‍‌

One⁠⁠​ appeared hanging at⁠​ the main entrance‌ of the Ravenclaw⁠‌ Pavilion, and the‌‌⁠ other at the​‌ entrance of the⁠‍ Ribelten Pavilion, both⁠‍ with their arms‍⁠‌ outstretched, just as‌ had happened before.​‌

Of⁠‍ course, there were⁠ no clues.

There​⁠‌ were no witnesses.‌⁠​

Nor​⁠‍ any circumstantial evidence.‍‌⁠

The​‍ method of the​ crime was clear⁠​ kill, erase the‌‌ memories of everyone​ present at the‍⁠ scene, and disappear‍‍ calmly.

Of⁠‍ the imperial magical​‌ advisors Kohella had‍​ brought, only one⁠⁠‌ remained.

A man named Dalton,‍ who was so‍​ cornered by fear⁠‍ that he was​‌⁠ beginning to show⁠​‌ signs of confusion.​⁠‍

“Where⁠​ is the last⁠‍ remaining magical advisor?”‍

“In​ the main hall​ of this Delphinia‍⁠‍ Pavilion. She is⁠ on the verge⁠‍ of losing her‍‍​ sanity from fear,‍​‍ but at least‌⁠​ the main hall‍‌‌ is the safest‍‌‌ place, so we‍ are protecting it‌⁠ along with the‌ guests.”

Dereck‌⁠ held his breath,⁠ once again ran⁠​⁠ a hand over⁠ his dry face,‍ and stood up​​ from his seat.‍‍

“I‍ need to go‍‌‌ see the situation.”‌

“That‍‌‍ is…”

“Is⁠⁠​ there a problem?”​​‍

“The​‍ state of the⁠​‌ main hall is​​ more chaotic than‍​ it appears. I suppose that, given⁠‍ the circumstances, it‍ is inevitable.”

“Even⁠ with Princess Roselin​‍ there, can control‍‌ not be maintained?”⁠‍

“That’s⁠‍ right… with the‌ situation as it​​ is… there is⁠‌​ a rumor that​ once all of‍⁠‌ Lady Kohella’s subordinates‌ have died, the‌⁠ next targets will‌ be the guests​ themselves.”

It​ was quite a reasonable deduction.

If​ Kohella did not⁠ lift the barrier‌ even after losing‍ all her subordinates,‍ the killer could​‍ begin murdering the⁠⁠ guests one by⁠ one—people with considerable‌ influence in society.‍

The‍ higher their status,‌ the greater the⁠ likelihood that they‍‌‍ would become targets.⁠

If‍ public opinion formed⁠‍⁠ that Kohella was‍​‍ allowing the guests‍‍⁠ to die, she​ would have no‍‍ choice but to‌‍‌ deactivate the barrier​⁠​ circle.

However,‍ Dereck knew.

— Don’t worry, Dereck.​​

That‌ fanatic would not‌ lift the barrier⁠‌ for anything in⁠⁠ the world, at‍‌ least until she​⁠ discovered the six-star‌‍ confusion mage.

Dereck⁠ stood up and​ silently headed down​ the corridor toward‌⁠ the main hall.‍⁠‌

The‍ head maid Elpin‍‍‌ followed him, sweating‌⁠‍ coldly.

***​​⁠

“Damn‌‍‌ it… damn it…‌‍‌ we’re going to‌ die…! If we​‍ don’t do something‌ right now, we’re‌ really going to‍​‌ die…!”

“We​‍‌ know that guy​⁠ killed the emperor‌‍ and stole the​ imperial treasure, but…⁠​​ at this rate⁠‌⁠ we’re all going‌​​ to end up⁠ dead…”

“Shh…!​ Speak softly…! The​‍​ princess might hear​ you…”

The⁠ Main Hall of​ the Delphinia Pavilion‍‍‍ had literally turned​‍ into something resembling​ a refugee camp‍ after a war.‍

Overturned‍ tables, tableware rolling⁠⁠​ across the floor,‍ and piles of‌⁠ fabrics and cushions⁠⁠ on which the​ guests sat with​‌⁠ utterly despondent expressions.​‍‌

On​​ the balcony of‌⁠ the second floor,‌⁠‌ Princess Roselin observed‍ the entire hall‌‌‌ from above.

A deep fatigue was‌⁠​ reflected in her‌‌‍ eyes.

Dereck⁠‍​ went straight up⁠​​ to the balcony​‌⁠ and greeted her.​‌

“So​‌ it’s you? I received the report‍ that last night,⁠‌‍ together with the‌ imperial guard, you‌​ searched every corner‍‌ of the academy.⁠⁠ It seems there‌ were no results.”​‍​

“It‍ seems you haven’t‍ slept at all.”​‍‌

“Of⁠ course not. At​ least for these‍ three days, I won’t be able​⁠⁠ to sleep a wink. I knew‌​ that from the‌⁠ beginning.”

Princess‌⁠​ Roselin was a person marked from⁠ birth with the‌​ most special seal⁠ of the imperial​‌​ family, one that​‌​ made her immune⁠⁠⁠ to all types‍ of magic.

Even​ within the Empire,‌​‌ her constitution was‌ exceptional.

That​‍ was why she‍‍‌ had never feared​⁠​ magic as a phenomenon in itself.‍​​

And‍ precisely that quality​ of hers was‍‍ the central key⁠ in the search‌⁠‌ for the confusion-type​‍ mage.

Under​ normal circumstances, there⁠‍‌ is no way‌⁠​ to capture such‍⁠ a mage.

Someone⁠​ capable of reading,‌‍ manipulating, and erasing​‍ memories, and even​⁠‍ deceiving perception and‌⁠‌ the senses, is‌‍​ practically impossible to⁠​ identify.

However,‌‍​ as long as‍⁠‌ the exception called‍​ Roselin existed, there​​ was a possibility.‍

She​​​ was completely immune‍‌ to all confusion-type‍⁠​ magic.

If‌​ someone began manipulating⁠ memories or adjusting⁠​ people’s perception in​ an unnatural way,​⁠​ she would notice‍ it instantly.

For‌‌ that reason, from​⁠​ the perspective of​ the confusion-type mage,‍‌⁠ they could not‍​ manipulate memories indiscriminately.‌‌

In⁠‌​ addition to the​ enormous mana consumption,‌ the risk of‌⁠‍ being discovered was​‍‌ far too high.⁠⁠

As​‌‍ long as that​ “reference point” called⁠⁠ Roselin existed, any‌‌ excessive alteration would​⁠ eventually turn against​ them and expose⁠‌⁠ them.

“Even​‍ so, sitting here‍​‌ and observing the⁠‌‌ main hall from‌‌ above has its⁠‍‍ interesting side.”

“Oh?‍ Really?”

“Of‌⁠​ course. Where else⁠⁠ could you see‌⁠‌ territorial nobles, dressed‌⁠‍ in luxurious outfits​⁠‌ and strutting as​ if the world‍​‍ belonged to them,‍​ trembling in fear​ simply because they‌​‌ fear death? Regardless‌‍‌ of rank, everyone‍ fears death.”

The​​ fatigue was clearly‌ visible on Princess‍‌ Roselin’s face.

Her‍‌⁠ voice was beginning‍‍‍ to waver, and‌‌ her hair had‌ lost its luster.‍​

Even​ so, as long‍ as she remained‌ awake and conscious,​‍ that place continued‍ to be the​ only safe space‌‌ that the confusion-type‌ mage could not‌⁠‌ access.

Aware​ of the crucial​‌‌ role she played,‍‌‍ Roselin did not‍‌ seem willing to​ rest even for⁠‍ a single moment.‌​

“I‌⁠ am not exempt​ from that either.”​

“…”‍‌⁠

“As‌ you can see,‌‍ I’m exhausted. Spending⁠‌‌ one night without​‍ sleep is something⁠‌ I’m used to‌ when I study‌‍ or train, but‍ if this drags​⁠⁠ on for two⁠ or three days,​ there’s a high​⁠ chance I won’t​⁠​ endure it. And​ when that happens…⁠⁠ the guests may‌ start dying one​‍​ by one.”

Although‌⁠ Princess Roselin did‌‍‌ not feel any‍⁠‌ particular affection for‌⁠ the nobility, she⁠‌ understood perfectly the‍ impact their deaths‌​​ would have, and​⁠​ she did not‍ want to bear​‌ that unnecessary risk.‍⁠‍

After​‌​ all, human life​ is not something⁠ that can be⁠⁠‌ discarded lightly.

Although,​‌ in truth, there‌​ was something that‌‍ mattered to her​‍⁠ even more than⁠⁠⁠ that general sense⁠ of morality.

“That​ bastard killed my​‍ father.”

Roselin’s‌‌⁠ eyes burned with‌ greater intensity.

Even​ in her exhausted‍⁠​ state, a fierce​​​ flame was still​⁠ alive in her‌ gaze.

It‍​ was impossible to‌‌ know what kind⁠⁠‍ of father Emperor⁠‍ Gatrell had been⁠​‍ to her.

But‌​ the fire of⁠​ vengeance in her⁠‍ eyes made it⁠‌⁠ perfectly clear what‌ emotions dominated her.‍‌⁠

“If​‍​ I could tear⁠ him apart with​​‍ my own hands,​​⁠ I would do⁠​ so without hesitation.‌‌ But I also‍⁠ cannot allow anger⁠​‍ to make me​‌ commit a mistake.”⁠‌​

“If​ I’m being honest,‍⁠ the situation isn’t⁠‌ good. If they‌‌‍ kill the last‌ remaining magical advisor,⁠‍​ this could truly‍ escalate.”

“I⁠​​ know. The captain​ of the guard​⁠‍ keeps repeating it.⁠ So tell me,⁠⁠ do you really‌‍⁠ think the right‍​ thing to do‍ is to let​⁠ that murderer who‌ killed my father⁠ and stole the⁠‌‍ greatest treasure of⁠ the Empire escape?”⁠

“…”​‍

Roselin⁠​ looked at Dereck​ with an icy‍‌​ expression.

Many​‍‍ bureaucrats had surely​⁠‍ already suggested to​⁠‍ her that, if‍ the situation worsened​ too much, perhaps‍​ the best course‌ would be to​⁠ lift the barrier‌​ and at least​‍ save the survivors.‍

As⁠⁠ a ruler, that​‌‌ could be considered‌ a reasonable decision.​⁠‍

Rather​ than remain trapped‍ here with an‍ impossible-to-capture killer, it⁠​ might be better‌ to secure safety​⁠‍ and search for⁠‌‌ him calmly from‍ outside.

But​‌ Roselin clenched her‌ teeth.

Her‌‌ stance was clearly​​ opposed to lifting⁠‌‍ the barrier.

Although‌‍​ her reason differed​ from Kohella’s.

“They⁠ said that once​ all of Kohella’s​​ subordinates are dead,‍​‌ the guests will⁠‌​ start dying. That⁠​ means the dark‍ lioness of House‌‍​ Duplain, the leader​‍⁠ Ellen of House‍ Belmierd, or Denise‍‌⁠ of House Beltus​⁠⁠ could fall. After‌⁠​ all, they are‍⁠ the most influential⁠ families in the​‍ southwest of the‍ continent.”

“…”‍‍​

“If‍⁠⁠ the disciples you​⁠‍ cherish so much⁠‌ are murdered, you​​⁠ won’t be very​‍ different from me​​ either. You’ll burn‌ with fury. Am​‍ I wrong?”

Dereck⁠⁠‍ nodded.

He‌⁠‍ could not deny⁠ it.

Having⁠‌ grown up receiving‌​ guidance from great‌ masters, he deeply‍‌ valued the bond​‍⁠ between teacher and⁠​ disciple.

If‍‌‍ his students were‌ to die dragged‍ down by this‍‌⁠ situation, he would​‌​ undoubtedly bare his‍‍ fangs to capture‌‌ and execute the‌‍ one responsible.

“As​‍‌ I said before,​‍‌ time is not‍ on our side.‌⁠ If we’ve reached‌⁠‌ this point, the⁠⁠ right thing to‌ do is to⁠‌‍ find him immediately.”‌⁠⁠

“And‌⁠ do you have‍‌ any clear method?‍ I’ll warn you‍ now relying on⁠⁠​ the Book of​ Longing is not‌⁠ a good option.”⁠

Princess⁠ Roselin did not⁠‍ seem to have​⁠‍ a favorable opinion⁠​ of that magical‍ artifact.

As​ the one who​​​ most wanted to​ capture the culprit,‍⁠‍ she had solid​‌ reasons for not​⁠ resorting to it.​‍​

Dereck‍​⁠ shook his head.⁠⁠

“Princess​⁠ Roselin. I’m going‌​ to gamble.”

She​‍ raised her exhausted‍‌‍ face with difficulty‌ to look at‌ him.

He​ always spoke in‍​‍ a dry tone,‌​‍ but his words​ sometimes carried great⁠‍ weight.

Dereck​‌ raised one arm‍​ and showed her‌​⁠ how the tips​​ of his fingers‍‍ were trembling slightly.⁠

It‍‌ was rare to‌​ see someone like​ him, who did⁠​ not flinch even‍​ in the worst‍​ situations, so tense.​‍

“If⁠⁠ you think about​‌‌ it a bit,⁠‌ you’ll understand. Once‍‍‍ the head of‍​ the imperial mages‍ is dead, who⁠‍ do you think‌ that confusion-type mage‌​​ will target first?‌⁠ Duplain? Belmierd? Beltus?”⁠⁠‌

“…”​

“It‍​​ won’t be any​‍ of them.”

Only​ then did Princess‌⁠‌ Roselin understand why​ Dereck was trembling‍ so subtly.

To‌​⁠ cause even greater‍‌​ chaos in this⁠​ place and plunge‍⁠⁠ everyone into terror,⁠ one had to‌ strike at the​⁠⁠ head of command.‍‌

And‌⁠ in this scenario,⁠‍ there were only​⁠ three people who‌ held real authority.⁠

On‍​ the Empire’s side,​‍ Roselin.

On‍⁠⁠ the side of​ the magical advisors,‍⁠ Kohella.

And‍⁠ finally, the true‍ operational authority of​​ the academy Dereck.⁠‌

Roselin⁠‍ could not be‍⁠ affected by magic.⁠‌

Killing‍ Kohella was, in‌​ itself, a nearly​ impossible task.

So‍​ by elimination, only‍ one option remained.‌‍​

“Y-you…?”⁠

The​ pupils of Princess​‍​ Roselin, who always‍ maintained an aloof‌​ and cold composure,​ trembled for an​‍‌ instant.

The​ face of Dereck​‍ reflected in her‍‍‌ eyes was, as‍‌ always, expressionless.

“…”​⁠⁠

Dereck‌⁠ could die at‌‍ any moment.

Without⁠​‍ even realizing it,‌ his consciousness could​‍‍ be snuffed out‍ all at once,‌​ like an extinguished‌‌ candle, and his⁠‌ life would be⁠ lost.

Every‍ second was a boundary between life⁠‍‌ and death.

If⁠ he were at⁠‌ least exploring a labyrinth, he could‌​ search for safe‍ zones or remain‍‍ alert to protect⁠ himself.

But​​‍ here, he could‍ not even resist.⁠‍‌

It‍‌‌ was like wandering‌‌⁠ inside a fog⁠⁠⁠ of death, without​‍ knowing when or​⁠​ from where the​‌ end would come.⁠

Death‌‍ is something everyone‌ fears.

That⁠​ was exactly what‌⁠​ Princess Roselin had‌​‌ just said.

And⁠ Dereck was no‌ exception.

In​​ a corner of​‍‌ the main hall,‍ one could see‌⁠⁠ a magical advisor⁠‍⁠ who, seized by​ panic, had fallen‌⁠ into a state⁠‌ of confusion, trembling‍⁠​ as he wet⁠‍ himself.

It‌ was a pitiful‌⁠ and shameful sight,⁠‌ but not incomprehensible.​

Being⁠‌‌ hunted by an‍ imperceptible killer was‍ a stress capable⁠ of completely pulverizing⁠ human reason.

All​‌‌ it took was‍‌ closing and opening​ one’s eyes to​⁠ find oneself directly‍​ in the afterlife.‌⁠​

And⁠‌ yet.

Dereck‌ showed only a slight tremor at⁠​ the tips of​ his fingers.

He​⁠ did not writhe‍‍⁠ on the floor⁠‌ pathetically, nor did‍‌‍ he shrink into‍⁠​ a corner dominated⁠​ by fear.

He​⁠ was a man‌‌ accustomed to having​‌ the blade of⁠​⁠ death brushing against‍‍ his neck.

“Y-you…‍ can you keep⁠⁠ your sanity in‍ a situation like​‍ this?”

“Can’t⁠‍​ you see? My​‌‌ fingers are trembling.”‍​‌

Princess⁠‍⁠ Roselin realized that​‌ the man called‍⁠‌ Dereck was not⁠⁠‌ an ordinary person.‌

If​‍⁠ Dereck himself, who⁠​ in practice directed⁠‌‍ all the academy‌⁠‍ staff, were to⁠ break under fear‍⁠ or show hesitation,‍ everyone present would​ fall into chaos.⁠

Perhaps,‍ after rolling around⁠ for so long⁠​ in the world​⁠​ of the nobility,‌ this man had​‍ begun to acquire,‌⁠ without realizing it,​⁠⁠ the qualities of​ a ruler.

Roselin‌‌⁠ began to see​ Dereck in a different light.

At‍‌⁠ the very least,​‌ he was not​⁠ someone destined to⁠‌ rot away tending​⁠ vineyards in a peripheral region.

“For‍ me, it may⁠‍‍ be enormous pressure,‍​​ but it’s also​⁠ a great opportunity.”‌‌

“Opportunity…​⁠⁠ you say…?”

“As⁠​​ long as that​ terrified magical advisor‍⁠ remains within Princess‍‌‌ Roselin’s field of‌⁠‍ vision, he will‌⁠⁠ remain safe. Then​ that confusion-type bastard‍‌ will inevitably come‌ to kill me.”⁠​‌

The‍⁠‌ enemy’s next target‌‍ could be deduced.​⁠

And​‌⁠ if that was​‌ the case, a trap could also⁠ be set.

Of​​ course, every opportunity‌⁠⁠ had a price.‌‍‌

“I’ll‌‍​ put my life‌‌ up as the⁠ stake. If I win, will you‌‌‍ collect the winnings,⁠⁠ Princess Roselin?”

Dereck⁠ grabbed Princess Roselin’s‍‍ slender arm and​​ spoke with a terrifying expression.

Faced‍​​ with that proposal,⁠​‌ Roselin could only⁠‍‍ remain with her⁠‌‍ mouth slightly open.‌

He⁠ was speaking completely‍ seriously.

He⁠⁠‌ truly intended to⁠‌ resolve this extreme⁠ situation immediately and‍ decisively.

“…!”‍‌

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